#gingie drew

[fullmetaldevil-blog]

What if Benny introduced Allison and Thomas to Gingie? I imagine Tom might not take it too well

The connor family (including Benny) met Gingie (owned by @pipesflowforeverandever ) through Benny's best friend SINdy. (Owned by @trashboatprince )Tom being Tom was apprehensive towards Gingie while Allison was more willing to listen to the man and give him a chance. It was chaotic but it all worked out in the end.

[chaostheparrot]

@pipesflowforeverandever Gingie strikes me as the embroidered sweater type

[rosekard]

I drew Gingie! I couldn’t help but draw him in this style, I had a feeling he would look good!

Gingie belongs to @pipesflowforeverandever

[inkabelledesigns]

Hey, you know how I wrote that Joeyverse fic back in the summer, Too Many Eyes? Guess who finally finished the second chapter after months of struggling with it as well as a whirlwind of emotions? Yeah, I’ve discovered it’s gonna need a little more than I thought, but hey, we’re making progress! 

[trashboatprince]

I was talking with @pipesflowforeverandever about Gingie and SINdy being friends (and Gingie has been upgraded to adopted grandpa!), and then an angst-based idea came to mind.

Here is it.

Contains mentions of death, rituals, and spoilers for SINdy’s backstory.

SINdy the Wandering Demon and Confessional the Sin Eater are my boys, Joey ‘Gingie’ Drew belongs to pipesflowforeverandever

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It was always the same nightmare, always the same horrors that SINdy could never completely remember when he wakes up, but he could always feel the phantom sensations of pain in his throat and arms. He had none of these things, but it always felt like it.

He woke up, sniffling, looking around the small office of Sammy Lawrence. He couldn’t see the musician in the room, he was probably in his sanctuary, or wandering the halls, having one of his ‘episodes’, as Sammy called them.

SINdy wiped at the ink that was dripping down his face more and more. He wanted comfort, he was scared, he... he didn’t like how dark and cramped the room was...

like the trunk of that car

He shook his head and stood up, facing a blank wall. It really hurt to do this, but he was too panicked to look for the correct ink portal. Pressing his fingers to the wall, he started to ‘tear’ at it, pulling apart an inky, bright hole, before it became big enough for him to slip through. He saw a familiar living room, one the little demon had visited many of times, and he threw himself in.

He slammed into the ground, silently gasping, feeling his second mouth open at the stress that was building up. SINdy heard a noise from another room, running to it. In the kitchen, he found a confused Joey Drew, startled at the unexpected visit. Usually the little cardboard devil gave a warning, but Joey didn’t mind his friend dropping by any time.

Before he could give SINdy a greeting, he saw the scared, panicked look on his face. “SINdy, are you alright? What’s the matter?”

SINdy pulled his sign from his hammerspace, the inky text appearing quickly. *I’m sorry! I-I had a really bad nightmare and I couldn’t find Dad and I didn’t want to be alone and I panicked and thought of your home and came here-!*

“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” Joey held up a hand and knelt down, “you had a nightmare and couldn’t find Sammy? Do you know where he went?”

SINdy shook his head.

“I see. Well, you can stay here until you feel better, nightmares are a terrible thing, can’t have them ruining the rest of your sleep.”

*I don’t wanna go back to sleep!* The sign read and SINdy shrunk back, the ink from his eyes leaking more than normal. *I don’t want to go back to the scary place again, I don’t...*

want to feel the thing against my neck again

Joey sighed, the poor boy was normally so lively, it was nearly unnatural to see him so upset when he was over. “Well, let’s go take a seat, yes? Then you can talk to me about this nightmare, that usually helps.”

SINdy looked unsure, but he took the hand that Joey offered, being led to the living room where Joey took a seat on a chair, the little toon climbing up to sit on his lap. “Now,” Joey started, “tell me what happened to have you so upset. Do you remember?”

*I can never remember everything* SINdy replied. *But I always wake up scared and in pain and really wanting my dad.* He sniffed and rubbed at his eye before hissing in pain, clutching at his chest.

This startled the redhead, asking what was wrong. He watched as SINdy moved his hand away, showing red on his gloves. His little heart was dripping, and it wasn’t ink. *He... he wants to talk to you* The sign read.

“Who wants to talk to me? SINdy?” Joey asked before watching in shock as SINdy suddenly plunged his hand right into his chest and yanked his own heart out. The red thing was moving, beating as SINdy practically melted on the man, leaving his speechless, if not frightened. This has never happened before!

But just as quickly as SINdy had turned into a puddle of black and yellow ink, it suddenly shifted, removing itself completely from Joey’s person to take shape before him. It flowed into the shape of a cape, closed around a thin, tall form, though it seemed to spread on the floor like a puddle of ink.

The hand that held the heart, still intact, floated upwards, becoming clawed, with a massive hole forming where the buttons on the back should be. Another hand formed out of thin hair.

A single, golden eye stared from the neck of the cape, before something seemed to float above it, where it came from Joey did not know. It was round, horned, and wearing a mask on it’s head, showing SINdy’s face. Two, glowing lights peeked from the ink that soaked the thing’s face, before a mouth of snarled fangs appeared, then moved.

“I wish to speak with you, Mr. Drew.” The creature spoke.

Joey was still, he knew who this was, SINdy had drawn a picture of this creature before. This was the demon that somehow lived inside of him, a demon within another demon’s soul. Confessional, the Sin Eater.

“A-About what?” Joey asked, finding his voice once more.

“My host’s dream, the one that has been plaguing his poor mind for so long now.” Reaching down, Confessional lifted up SINdy’s sign. “Allow me to tell you a little story, about a lost boy who became even more lost.”

The ink on the sign, which had turned into splatters when SINdy melted, shifted, becoming images. There was a drawing of a child, who appeared to be smiling, waving.

“Once upon a time, there was a little boy who wanted to be a musician.” The illustration shifted, showing the boy playing a piano. “He had a loving father who cared deeply about him.”

Another figure showed up on the drawing, a man with long hair in a ponytail.

“They were the only family they had and they made sure to look out for one another. Then one day, something happened.”

The father suddenly moved out of the image and the boy was alone, looking sad. He then seemed to walk away, before a strange thing, made of moving scribbles, appeared behind the boy and grabbed him.

“The little boy was lonely, his father had to go to work after hours and the boy wanted to go outside and play. But he shouldn’t have done that, because a monster found him.”

The ‘monster’ held the boy and pulled his arms into it’s body. The boy pulled away and his arms were covered in scribbles and he started crying.

“The monster hurt the child, that went against what it wanted, and people could hear the crying. So the monster decided to stop that.”

The ‘monster’ moved a hand over the boy’s neck and a line formed, before it burst into more scribbles. The ink then turned back into splatters.

“The father was upset, he was desperate, his child had been ‘harmed’,” Confessional snarled, “and he had a friend help him in ‘fixing’ the boy, as if nothing had ever happened.”

“Confessional...” Joey started, he didn’t like where this was going, but he was silenced by a raced finger to his face.

“I don’t get to tell this story often and I need to vent, I hate holding onto it.” The demon replied and Joey nodded, letting him continue. He told the man that the father and the friend had read a book that said it could fix everything, they just needed to make a deal.

And a deal they made, with a being from another place, who hadn’t wanted to make the deal at first. The being didn’t want to mess with children, until he met the child himself.

He saw the pain and fear on that poor thing’s soul, the confusion and hurt, the anguish. He decided to make the deal, to protect the child.

But as the deal was being made, with a special ceremony, another monster appeared.

The splotched on the sign turned into a realistic skull, nothing like the kiddy drawings from before, coated in wet ink, with horns growing from the top.

“The monster didn’t like what was happening, it wanted something from the father and friend, and this child and being were in the way.”

Confessional stopped, seeming to be upset, or choosing his words carefully.

“The child... was ‘fixed’, but not in a way anyone expected. And the being swore to protect him, even if the child feared him or never knew him, or never realized the truth of what happened with either monster.”

Joey was quiet as he mulled this over before sighing, closing his eyes. “I don’t like this story, but I... think I get what you mean by it. Does SINdy know this story?”

“I dare not tell him. He’d be so upset.”

“I don’t blame you. Well, the best we can do is help him, yes? Just... comfort him after that nightmare? Of whatever it was?” Joey had a feeling he knew what it was, but he felt that saying anything about it to SINdy would make this all worst that it already was.

“It’s for the best. I’ll let you take care of him for now. I need to think, and he need to sleep. He’s still restless in here.” He held up the heart that was still beating, but it wasn’t bleeding. Joey watched as Confessional slipped it into the void of his cloak, watching as it seemed to fade, but the more it faded, the clearer a figure under the cloak appeared.

SINdy was standing there, his head still dripping, but not as bad, he looked so tired as he walked back up to Joey, being helped back onto his lap. *I’m tired, Grandpa...* The sign on the floor read. *Can you tell me a story? Please?*

“Of course.” Joey smiled, holding the demon close, beginning to tell him a tale as SINdy listened, though he started to drift and drift before finally falling asleep.

Joey continued to talk, continued to tell the story, long after SINdy had already went to dream land. If it was for the boy’s comfort or his own, he didn’t know, he just needed a distraction from Confessional’s story.

[queenofcats17]

@pipesflowforeverandever was recently talking about Dr. Habit from Smile For Me had a lot of similarities to her Gingie, so I decided to draw some Hymns characters in the game’s style.

The game has such a fun style to emulate.

First is Susie, modeled off Lulia. She was the first one I did, so I just drew her in Lulia’s clothes.

Here’s Gingie, of course modeled off Habit. He’s definitely smaller than Habit, though.

Francine was my favorite one to do. She was really fun to draw. I gave her a flower on her hoodie since she’d be Flower Kid

And finally Sammy, modeled off Tiff. Mostly because they’re disgruntled musicians who can’t walk away from their boss because they feel bad for him.

[eventidedaydreamer]

The Ink Demonth - Day 26 - Fave AU

And this time, I have no excuse to put off posting my fanart for someone I really appreciate!

Ginge and Hymns of Struggle by @pipesflowforeverandever are both amazing and I love everyone’s Dad/Grandpa and I came to the realization that I had never drawn him before sooo tada!

[sweetcrystalroses]

So I made memes

@insane-control-room

@pipesflowforeverandever

@smoresthehalloweenqueen

[mimikip-stuff]

For @metallicartist

(Featuring Skunk and Gingie) @pipesflowforeverandever

“If I have to wear a dress, I might as well wear one I like.”

Enjoy the evil old man in a dress!

[crystalstone15-blog]

4 seconds before the wholesome child fell off his shoulders

@pipesflowforeverandever

[fullmetaldevil-blog]

A Warm Home on a Hill.

This was me practicing perspective and it evolved into the scene from last year's little Christmas story of Gingie Drew (owned by @pipesflowforeverandever ) having SINdy (owned by @trashboatprince / @wanderingsindy ) and Benny (Owned by me) over for the holiday to show them snow for the first time as well as to celebrate his birthday and Christmas. The boys played in the snow until it was time for them to come in and warm up by the fire for while Gingie is reading to them from a story book (with a drawing from @inkspottie ). A peaceful day for them that was filled with warmth and laughter as it had started out on the airs of uncertainty.

Guest images are as followed:

The round picture frame of Gingie and SINdy, SINdy himself and demon toon Hugo in the storybook belong to @trashboatprince / @wanderingsindy

The tall rectangular frame of Gingie and SINdy as well as Gingie himself belong to @pipesflowforeverandever

The image in the story book as well as Angel Henry belong to @inkspottie

Benny belongs to me.

[chaostheparrot]

Remember 1000000 years ago I mentioned a second version of 5 Joeys on a bike? Leaving it sketchy because the lineart wasn’t working out for me

Front to back:

Hyde ( @startistdoodles) Gingie ( @pipesflowforeverandever) Snowy ( @aceofintuition) Richard (moi) Joie ( @lovelykitten2017)

[pipesflowforeverandever]

faerie for gin!

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

(NOTE: I have received another faerie ask that I will likely answer with all/most characters, so this one will be specifically be for Gingie prior to events in Hymns of Struggle. (So in other words, this is Gingie answering before the studio’s downfall.))

He puts his hands behind his back almost innocently, a matching smirk upon his face and a twinkle behind a pair of round glasses. The redheaded Drew drawls out a “Hmmm…!”, rolling back and forth from his heels to the balls of his feet, a narrowing gaze flicking up to the sky in thought. 

“Well, darling, I suppose I’d just make sure everyone would be happy!” He lets out a loud, flighty giggle, one hand coming back in front of him so its wrist lies in front of his mouth. “You’d be surprised how many people try to stop you. Scares them- I suppose, I suppose- to see someone disrupt the gloom they’ve so carefully cultivated! But their world cannot be our own, and so it’s up to the believers and dreamers to fight to make the world the magic we so truly deserve!”

A dodgy answer he happens to entirely believe in. 

[inkabelledesigns]

I'm still catching up on reading Hymns of Struggle by @pipesflowforeverandever, and I'm at the beginning of Chapter 9 of Rock in the River. I don't wish to spoil anything for you, but I wanted to talk because it's gotten me thinking about parenthood and mistakes. Gingie in all of his iterations treats everyone like his children. Some may see him as a generous man that's oh so loving, others may see him as the next Mother Gothel (dammit that would actually be a really cool thing to illustrate, wish I had more time). It's so interesting how he can be both.

I recently had a conversation with my mother about being a parent. As some of you may know, I identify as asexual. It's not something I talk about much because it isn't really anyone's business, but my parents get it, they've even started to remember the name of it. The conversation we had talked about interacting with children in other ways without being a parent. I do love kids, I've got a tendency to be a mom friend too, but I don't feel responsible enough to have any of my own. But that doesn't stop me from say, being a teacher for a community class, or working in a place that has kids and loving them that way. There are other ways to have children in your life that are enriching.

I have to wonder if Gingie ever thought about that. Obviously Henry isn't his own flesh and blood, but there's more ways to have found family than one. I'd be curious, if he makes it out of all this alive, what he'll do. He's someone that clearly needs people, much like me he's an observer before he comes to interact with someone, cautious and gentle until you push his buttons. It's...too relatable. Some characters have my empathy more than others, but Gin...he cares so much but really sucks at getting that point across, never makes the right decision. That hits so close to home. I admire that he still tries, some days I worry I've become too numb. I try to be kind and humorous to pull people out of their darkness, but ultimately I've realized that you can't help someone unless they choose to want help. Gin tries to force things to go a certain way because he wants them to be good, but I stand here giving people so much space that nothing happens.

It brings me back to the Joeyverse stuff when he scoops up the Wanderer with Snowy and tries to heal her. I mean, kidnapping and snooping around a world that isn't yours? Yeah, that's a pretty Joey thing to do, good intentions but still not completely sound in the way of morals. It's just interesting to think about, that 'doing good' doesn't mean the same thing as being the good guy. That being kind comes in so many forms, but sometimes something you think is kind and is meant with good intentions is actually harmful.

What a deep and intriguing thought. And to think it was prompted by fanfiction, now that is s powerful notion.

[disneyphantomlover]

Had a little bit of fun on @aceofintuition ‘s stream. Because Minty -an amazing fusion between “Snowy Drew” and “Gingie”- is a hilarious mess. 

And finger-guns. Because finger-guns.

[queenofcats17]

So I saw this and felt a need to draw it

Gingie belongs to @pipesflowforeverandever